As the hart longs for flowing streams So longs my soul for You O God My soul does thirst for the living God When shall I come to see Your face? My tears have fed me day and night while men have said "Where is your God?" But I recall as my soul pours dry The days of praise within Your house Why do I mourn and toil within When it is mine to hope in God? I shall again sing praise to Him He is my help, He is my God
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